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Chapter 1512 The Power of Dragon Veins

"Chu Feng sways..."

Yun Zhongjun's roar was like thunder rolling across the nine heavens, his eyes were bloodshot as if burning with hellfire, and with each breath he gasped violently, a heat wave that tore through the air was carried.

His long, ink-black hair danced wildly in the gale, the ends of which faintly glowed with a pale blue light, like angry dragons poised to pounce and devour their opponents at any moment.

His celestial aura was distorted by the scorching flames of anger, and the auspicious clouds that had been swirling around him now scattered like cotton wool torn apart by a gale, falling in a flurry onto the golden roof of the palace.

Below, the majestic Great Chu Imperial Palace stood tall, its glazed tiles reflecting countless golden rays under the sunlight. The palaces stretched out like a dragon vein lying on the ground, silent yet exuding a powerful aura that seemed to swallow the heavens and earth. It was not the imposing weight of an ordinary palace, but rather the invisible pressure that had accumulated over a thousand years of national destiny.

A golden dragon was coiled above the palace, its scales shimmering with tiny streams of light. Each breath it exhaled caused the surrounding space to tremble slightly, as if even the Heavenly Dao had to yield to this power.

"Chu Fengyao, I admit defeat today! But remember this: our score will be settled in the future!"

Yun Zhongjun almost bit his teeth until they bled, his gaze like poisoned ice shards, as he glared fiercely at Chu Fengyao.

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly transformed into a blinding white light, moving faster than the naked eye could perceive, leaving only a brief trail of light and shadow as he fled towards the horizon like a shooting star.

He knew that Chu Fengyao was blessed by the nation's fortune, and that staying there for too long would inevitably lead to unforeseen changes. His only option was to escape first and then devise a plan for the future.

But just as the white light was about to disappear beyond the clouds—

"call out!"

Suddenly, a golden rope shot out from Chu Feng's sleeve. The rope was engraved with intricate dragon patterns, and each section shone with a warm yet domineering luster. The sound of it cutting through the air was as sharp as an eagle's cry.

It twisted nimbly in the air, drawing a perfect golden arc, just like a dragon that had come to life. In the blink of an eye, it caught up with the white light and precisely wrapped itself around Yun Zhongjun's ankle.

"what?!"

Yun Zhongjun's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously circulated all his spiritual energy, trying to break the ropes.

But the rope seemed to have a spirit. After sensing the resistance, it tightened instantly, the golden dragon pattern suddenly lit up, and an irresistible binding force spread from his ankles to his whole body, causing his spiritual energy to stagnate for a moment.

The next second, a tremendous pulling force came, and he was pulled back like a kite with a broken string, landing heavily on the clouds not far in front of Chu Fengyao.

What made him even more uneasy was that a transparent barrier had risen around him at some unknown time, with a faint dragon vein aura flowing on it. He tried to bombard it with his spiritual energy, but the barrier did not budge!

"What exactly do you want?" Yun Zhongjun stood there for a moment, then looked up and glared at Chu Fengyao. "Do you intend to kill me?"

Chu Fengyao simply shrugged, his face showing no urgency, but rather a calm smile: "From beginning to end, I have wanted to have a good fight with you. And I can promise that no matter whether you win or lose this contest, you will have the opportunity to touch the Chaos Immortal Sword with your own hands."

"Chaos Immortal Sword?!"

Upon hearing these four words, Yun Zhongjun's mind exploded.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his initial eagerness to escape vanished instantly.

As long as there is a chance to obtain it, what is wrong with fighting Chu Feng to the death?

Thinking of this, the anger on Yun Zhongjun's face faded at a visible speed, replaced by a calculating smile. He cupped his hands and said, "Very well! His Majesty of Great Chu's word is as good as gold. I hope you won't go back on your word!"

He was confident that his close combat skills far surpassed Chu Fengyao's, and that even if the opponent had the blessing of national fortune, he would definitely gain the upper hand as long as they engaged in close combat.

Without further hesitation, he took a deep breath, his spiritual energy surging like a turbulent sea, and his body was instantly enveloped in a dazzling blue divine light. He transformed into an arrow released from a bow and pounced towards Chu Fengyao.

"Kill them from ten thousand miles in the clouds!"

A loud shout resounded through the sky as Yun Zhongjun struck out with a backhand palm.

As the palm wind howled, it transformed into a surging blue tsunami, with countless tiny wind blades faintly visible within the waves, sweeping towards Chu Fengyao with overwhelming force.

Wherever it passed, the auspicious clouds were torn apart, the space was compressed and slightly dented, and even the golden roof of the palace below was covered with a faint halo, as if resisting this pressure!

Chu Feng's eyes narrowed, and he moved like a ghost to the side, barely dodging the head-on impact of the tsunami.

Yun Zhongjun's second palm strike followed immediately—this one was faster and more ruthless, the tip of his palm gleaming with a pale blue cold light, striking his chest with lightning speed, giving him no chance to breathe!

"puff!"

With a muffled thud, Chu Feng, unable to dodge, was struck solidly by the palm strike.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which drew a bright arc in the air before dripping onto the clouds, where it was instantly evaporated into a wisp of red mist by the spiritual energy.

"It seems that we can't hold back any longer."

Chu Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

He glanced down at the palace below!

He quickly formed hand seals, golden dragon vein power flowing from his fingertips, and shouted in a deep voice, "Great Chu Dragon Vein, lend me a hand!"

The moment the words fell, the ground beneath the entire palace suddenly trembled violently, as if a giant beast was about to awaken from the earth.

"Rumble--"

A series of booming sounds resounded through the heavens and the earth. Suddenly, the stone dragon statue in the center of the palace square collapsed, and huge golden dragons rose from the ground into the sky.

These dragons are thousands of feet long, their scales shimmering with dazzling golden light, each scale engraved with ancient runes, exuding an awe-inspiring majesty that shakes heaven and earth!

"Roar--!"

The dragons roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and even scattering the clouds in the ninth heaven.

The void twisted and deformed under this oppressive force, and the surrounding spiritual energy surged wildly, as if all things in the world had to bow down and submit to this dragon's roar.

Chu Fengyao was bathed in the light of the dragon vein, and a huge phantom of an emperor slowly emerged behind him.

The phantom was dressed in a dragon robe with twelve symbols, wearing a crown of pearls and jade, with eyes as bright as the sun and moon, and exuding an unparalleled imperial aura.

As the power of the dragon vein continued to flow in, Chu Fengyao's aura rose at a visible speed, breaking through from the early stage of the Chaos God Emperor to the late stage in one fell swoop. His aura was so strong that it even faintly overwhelmed Yun Zhongjun!

"This...this is impossible!"

Yun Zhongjun's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with disbelief. He hadn't expected Chu Fengyao to be able to mobilize such immense dragon vein power and break through his cultivation level in such a short time!

But now that things have come to this, he has no way out.

He rubbed his hands together rapidly, causing his spiritual energy to gather wildly and condense into a huge blue sphere of light in his palms.

The sphere of light spun continuously, its surface flashing with tiny sparks of electricity. The energy contained within was so terrifying that it slightly distorted space, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

"Explosion in the clouds!"

Yun Zhongjun roared and hurled the blue orb of light with both hands.

The ball of light rapidly increased in size in the air, instantly transforming into a giant sphere with a diameter of hundreds of feet. Like a blue meteor about to explode, it flew towards Chu Feng with an aura of destruction.

Wherever it passed, space was torn apart with tiny cracks, making a "crackling" sound. Even the aura of the Dragon Vein Divine Dragon was suppressed by this destructive power.

Chu Fengyao dared not be careless, and reached out with both hands to catch the blue ball of light steadily.

The moment they made contact, a terrifyingly high temperature spread from his palm—the temperature of this ball of light was as high as hundreds of billions of degrees, as if it could melt everything in the world. Chu Feng's sleeves were instantly burned off, and his skin turned a faint blush.

The surrounding space began to melt, creating black voids. If the sphere of light were allowed to explode, the entire palace would be razed to the ground.

"We absolutely cannot let it explode here!"

Chu Fengyao's mind raced, and then with a wave of his sleeve, the power of the dragon vein within his body surged out like a tide, transforming into a gentle yet resilient golden light shield that enveloped the blue light sphere.

"Dragon Vein Falls from the Sky! Endless Eternity!"

As Chu Fengyao shouted, the golden light shield continued to shrink, suppressing the energy of the blue light sphere little by little.

The light from the sphere gradually dimmed, and the electric sparks on its surface grew weaker and weaker. The originally violent energy was slowly dissolved by the gentle power of the dragon vein.

Yun Zhongjun stood aside, his expression changing from solemn to astonished, and finally completely dumbfounded.

"This... how is this possible?" he muttered to himself. This "Cloud Explosion" was his trump card, but now it was easily blocked by Chu Fengyao.

A sense of powerlessness welled up inside him, and he was about to admit defeat—

"boom!"

Chu Fengyao suddenly flashed forward, charging towards Yun Zhongjun. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes!

"Huh?" Yun Zhongjun was taken aback, then a glint of wild joy flashed in his eyes. His forte was close combat, and for Chu Fengyao to take the initiative to get close was simply courting death!

"you wanna die!"

Yun Zhongjun was secretly delighted, but a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

This was the opportunity he had been waiting for. As long as they engaged in close combat, Chu Fengyao, even with the blessing of the dragon vein, would be no match for him.

Without further hesitation, he reached out and grabbed Chu Fengyao's attacking arm, while his other hand clenched into a fist and smashed it towards Chu Fengyao's chest with boundless spiritual energy.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The two instantly became entangled in combat, the sounds of fists and feet clashing filled the air, and spiritual energy overflowed, tearing the surrounding clouds to shreds.

Chu Fengyao grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. Although he was in the late stage of the Chaos God Emperor realm and his cultivation was higher than Yun Zhongjun's, he was constantly restrained in close combat.

Yun Zhongjun's punches and kicks were as fast as lightning, each strike precisely targeting his weaknesses, and the force was so great that it made his arm go numb.

He tried to create distance, but Yun Zhongjun was like a shadow, giving her no chance to breathe.

"Pfft!" Another heavy punch slammed into Chu Fengyao's chest, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the dragon vein barrier before he could barely regain his balance.

Yun Zhongjun stood there, a smug smile on his face: "Chu Fengyao, I told you, in close combat, you will undoubtedly lose!"

Chu Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but there was no sign of retreat in his eyes. Instead, his fighting spirit burned even brighter.

He looked up at the dragon vein in the sky, took a deep breath, and the power of the dragon vein within him surged once more...